Redline Rage

I feel the pressure in my chest like a bomb with no release,

Every second that I’m quiet is a war without a peace.

I’ve been swallowing my fury till it’s clawing at my throat,

Now it’s rising like a wildfire tearing through my coat.

People push me like I’m fragile, like I’m easy to provoke —

But they never see the moment when the fuse finally broke.

I’m a storm behind a smile, I’m a blade behind a plea,

If I don’t get control, this anger gonna bury me.

I’m running hot, redline, no brakes left in me,

Every thought a spark that’s threatening to wreck me.

I’m fighting with a beast that keeps testing me —

If I don’t tame the fire, it’ll be the death of me.

I snap quick, spit flame, leave the whole room shaking,

Turn a calm conversation to a fault line breaking.

I hate the way I rise up when I feel disrespected,

Like the rage inside my blood is something I injected.

I’m tired of the aftermath, tired of the regret,

Tired of being someone that I swear I never met.

But the anger keeps swinging, keeps pressing on my chest —

Trying to make me fold under the weight of all the stress.

I’m running hot, redline, no brakes left in me,

Every thought a spark that’s threatening to wreck me.

I’m fighting with a beast that keeps testing me —

If I don’t tame the fire, it’ll be the death of me.

So I’m grinding through the fire, tryna wrestle back control,

Tryna keep my head steady when the heat begins to roll.

I’m not perfect, but I’m pushing back the part that wants to burn,

Learning how to breathe before the flames begin to turn.

I’m standing in the smoke, but I’m choosing who I’ll be —

Not the rage that tries to rise and take the best of me.

I’m fighting for my future, for the strength I wanna see —

Anger won’t be the death of me.

I’ve been walking with this fire like it’s welded to my spine,

But I’m done letting rage decide the fate that’s supposed to be mine.

I’m stepping out the furnace, leaving ashes where I stand,

Taking back the part of me I almost let slip from my hands.

This anger tried to own me, tried to carve me into grief —

But I’m cutting through the chaos, finally breathing in relief.

I’m rising from the wreckage, from the heat that shadowed me —

I’m ending this chapter before anger is the death of me.